Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deadbeat,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Smog,
PIL,
Nirvana,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Wings,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.